Lyrics:
just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut
Yeah, what's happening?
Hey what's up Dre?
Ayo Doc, what's happenin' man, you hook that shit up with 5-0?
I
HOWARD STARK
This is the key to the future.
I'm limited by the technology of my time.
But one day you'll figure this out.
And when you do...you will
I got a headache this big
Word up, word up, word up
It's kinda hot in here
Haha (word up) Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo
acknowledge the, original peoples not Oliver
Y'all will get the next challenger for Ex Calibur
I'm, more police for my core beliefs
They tried to capture me
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
trust into dust
If you ain't in it, then we ain't winnin
Need more strength for me to finish my sentence
I'm runnin' out of breath, I don't wanna get left
I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say
Is ricocheting off of
Me and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than
Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo
It can't be!
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo'
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
swear
By all the saints I haven't
There are plots against people, aren't there?
Yes, I suppose there are
Well, then, there's one against me and my
Will they ever let me go?
With them I've combined (miss that by the wanted, no)
Fear creeps over me
Pupils dilate
Pale I become now
Face with wild
then who (Son tell me who)
Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do
I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by
Stay red eye
No need
there was more to life
Than being static
Now I understand it
Extracting the energy from around me
I feel the rush and I'm electric
All alone in a pet
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
the ways that me and death come close and flirt
They won't know the shit I been through 'till I'm dead and on a shirt
The doc looked in my eyes and asked
fucked with was soft
That ain't me, it cost just to floss with me
And how I love my a hundred spoke D's
[Chorus 3.5X: Doc Doom]
Rollin, sippin
the morning stay sane
See your problem
Way deeper than a script
And, it seem like
You looking for a trip
Doc you a trip
You told me
What you diagnosed with
You
spent more racks inside this place than I expected
How you got my back but stab me there bitch I don't get it
They won't get this message no they don't
was hoping you would've listened to me
This could have been avoided if
We abortioned all those types of kids
Invest into more of those laxatives
would've listened to me
This could have been avoided if
We abortioned all those types of kids
Invest into more of those laxatives
And drain the sea
Well I
the room, no question
Doc Martens on the feet
Class is in session
His ego so big that he can barely carry it
Have me a laugh boy that shit is hilarious
He
the bullshit
Liquor on the rock leave it froze for the moment
I know she a thot by the way that she posing
Baby wanted scoop in the whip but it's stolen
Give me
No way out! Confusion
I need some more instructions
I don't know where to go to
Their faces, so vicious
I've never seen such creatures
Wherever they be
Can't forget what the good doc said
Remember this until I'm dead
'Cause a woman's ass
And whisky glass
Made a horse's ass outta me
Take
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